In the streets depressed.
Nothing to do so lost and hopeless.
Wanting to find the meaning of life.
But were inside and outside suffering.
Not just us others too; trying to help.
Help our city our land.
But it feels like nothing is going into plan.
We are falling fast and everyone sees.
Kids have no ideas; well the ones in school.
While parents cry and break bones in work.
Will we ever rise again?
Or will we just cry again.
Lost inside just confused in scared.
God send an angel to help us survive.
An angel to bring back true meaning of life.
-Nicole
People aligned up and down the streets,
Men outside sweaty from head to feet.
Women in factories; working hours on end,
bend and break, crash and burn they work
until all is turned. Houses big for families up to 10.
Porches, was were the fun began...
Children play not a worry on mind, While mother
and father inside worried throughout the night.
- Ashley.
Welcome to the town of Riverport
I’ll be your guide and give you support
In this town of apparent wealth
Clean streets and lots of good health
So many people would flock
To this town on the dock
Some would grow to be rich and old
With houses so big and hearts so cold
Others found happiness, and that is good too
For sorrow can spread like a bout of the flu
Down by the docks there lives no more glory
Each worker there has a sad, sad story
Poor old Fredric, keeps on unloading bananas,
Needs some money for his family in Savannah
But has to keep a job very far away,
For it’s the only one that will pay
3 other young workers hardly ever slack,
But they barely get paid
Because they are black
Poor old Joey, never really tried
Maybe because his whole family had died?
So he lived like a jerk
Made others do work
Until his very last breath
Another young boy was arrested for theft
Didn’t come out till he was 59
Forever lost his chance to shine
Away from the water there was a fire house
Didn’t have money so it had to shut down
So flames would always threaten this town
And if you weren’t white,
They said you weren’t right
So your pay was small
And your house was tight
So maybe this town isn’t so nice
You could lose everything in a roll of the dice
So I wouldn’t come here if I were you
If sadness was sickness
This town has the flu
Nothing to do so lost and hopeless.
Wanting to find the meaning of life.
But were inside and outside suffering.
Not just us others too; trying to help.
Help our city our land.
But it feels like nothing is going into plan.
We are falling fast and everyone sees.
Kids have no ideas; well the ones in school.
While parents cry and break bones in work.
Will we ever rise again?
Or will we just cry again.
Lost inside just confused in scared.
God send an angel to help us survive.
An angel to bring back true meaning of life.
-Nicole
People aligned up and down the streets,
Men outside sweaty from head to feet.
Women in factories; working hours on end,
bend and break, crash and burn they work
until all is turned. Houses big for families up to 10.
Porches, was were the fun began...
Children play not a worry on mind, While mother
and father inside worried throughout the night.
- Ashley.
Welcome to the town of Riverport
I’ll be your guide and give you support
In this town of apparent wealth
Clean streets and lots of good health
So many people would flock
To this town on the dock
Some would grow to be rich and old
With houses so big and hearts so cold
Others found happiness, and that is good too
For sorrow can spread like a bout of the flu
Down by the docks there lives no more glory
Each worker there has a sad, sad story
Poor old Fredric, keeps on unloading bananas,
Needs some money for his family in Savannah
But has to keep a job very far away,
For it’s the only one that will pay
3 other young workers hardly ever slack,
But they barely get paid
Because they are black
Poor old Joey, never really tried
Maybe because his whole family had died?
So he lived like a jerk
Made others do work
Until his very last breath
Another young boy was arrested for theft
Didn’t come out till he was 59
Forever lost his chance to shine
Away from the water there was a fire house
Didn’t have money so it had to shut down
So flames would always threaten this town
And if you weren’t white,
They said you weren’t right
So your pay was small
And your house was tight
So maybe this town isn’t so nice
You could lose everything in a roll of the dice
So I wouldn’t come here if I were you
If sadness was sickness
This town has the flu
-Matt